(anOTP: for phedre) bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao ciao ciao!

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Rest. Oh, blessed rest. Favrielle misses it from time to time, which makes her even more grateful when she does get it

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[phedre_25]

And here wanders a Comtesse, who pauses when she sees Favrielle - she looks terribly tired.

"-- Favrielle?" She comes over, looks extremely worried. Her voice is very quiet as she speaks.

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"Yes?" Favrielle flinches, and her eyes open suddenly. "Comtesse?" she asks drowsily, blinking to protect her eyes from the light.

[phedre_25]

"Hush," she whispers. "You are exhausted - let me take you to bed?"

She means, to lie down, er.

[a_roughsketch]

"I... I really shouldn't," Favrielle replies, stubborn as always. She wipes her forehead with a pale hand. "I still have plenty of work to do, like never -- it's almost like back home. Do you remember how it was, back home?"